I have the urge to write the poems Play a bit with words I said I miss you in the night But I don't think she heard Albert Camus at JMU 19 and Absurd Divinity School in Chicago Yo soy un theonerd.
In Florida, the Land of Flowers The girls do love the beach I've been there after hours Before being taught to teach Dr. Thomas he once told me In '88 (or maybe '87) Saint Augusteen is in Florida But Saint Augustine - he's in heaven!
Our immortality is for others Not our clinging selves When we die we become mothers May we give birth to speaking shelves Of books we've never written Tales we never told Young again in the young As our former selves grow old Presently I am a father And I love my three young sons But I muse on my maternity And greet thee - my darling ones!